Elm, vine, ivy, brier, moss

Comedy of Errors, [2.2.173-179]. Adr. “Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,/ Whose weakness, married to thy strong state,/ Makes me with thy strength to communicate./ If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,/ Usurping ivy, bier, or idle moss,/ Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion/ Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.”